The Finish Line: The End of NaBloPoMo

The last day of NaBloPoMo.

Yippee.

The 30 days went by fairly quickly and it wasn’t much of a chore,
I thought of lots of stuff to blog about and it never became a bore.

But I wonder why on day 30 I’m now suddenly starting to rhyme,
and I don’t have an answer to that question other than it’s not because of organized crime.

“Organized crime, did you say? What the heck does that even mean?”
I don’t know, Mister Stranger, I’ve no answer. But maybe you need to cut back on the caffeine!

“Oh, is that what you think, Mister. Know-it-all? Just who are you to talk anyway?”
I can’t answer to that question either, so I so I think I’m going to just back away.

“Run away, Mr. Weiner, let’s see if I care. You bloggers are one in the same.
Posting messages on topics, your thoughts random and odd with nary a care for a reference frame!”

Did he just say, “nary”, did I hear that right? Who uses those words anyway?
Hmm, maybe it’s a type of food poisoning, a delayed reaction from Thanksgiving Day?

Well, it’s none of my business; I’m going to move on now. That guy’s too angry, a real powder keg.
But I’m not going to leave until I go back and ask him if he’s got an extra turkey leg.

So I didn’t really enjoy NaBloPoMo as much as I did last year. I had questions about the new host site back at the beginning of the month and as time went on I was pretty much unhappy with the place and that didn’t change. There was just too much stuff I never figured out about the site and too much time spent thinking that I was the one guy blogging in a room filled with about a million mommy blogs. Not that there’s anything at all wrong with moms or moms blogging, it just felt sort of weird for me. Like sitting in a chair in the beauty shop on a Saturday morning waiting for your mom, or holding your girlfriend’s jacket in purse while she shops for dresses or underwear. You’re there and you’re doing what you need – and want – to be doing, but there’s the feeling that everyone is wondering what you’re doing there.

The big question now is what I do now. The answer to that question is that it’s not important. Last year I kept on after NaBloPoMo and posted for 100 days and then I stopped to focus more on other writing pursuits. They weren’t really successful, but rejection isn’t all bad, right? This year I don’t know what will happen, but I’ll have a better idea tomorrow.

Thanks to everyone who came here and read my rants for the last month and congratulations to everyone who finished another year of NaBloPoMo!